Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.